Luyện nghe bài hát The Lovers

Up from the pastures of
out the sea of discontent
they come in packs like hungry
Up of the dark enchantment.

They the boulevards and bars
they to wishing wells and stars
they ride the hurricane of
not looking back but on go
the distance and deceiving
and all the while they keep
that they are special and
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.

And when pair off two by two
they feel are the chosen few
and though their beds are of straw
feel like velvet in the night
and so the night is ending
its made of and pretending
coz theyre special and
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.

And when love away
and when goes...
goodbye...
catches in their throats like
rises in hearts like rain
the good suddenly are all forgotten
the begins again.

They the subways and the streets
faces tired, like their feet
their aching to be warm
and so they behind the moon
their loneliness them growing
but they take comfort in knowing
that are special and apart
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers

And when love comes
and when comes
hello...
rises their throats like singing
catches in hearts like wind
the good
strangers in their arms are
makes all right again.

They turn faces to the light
no longer in the night
so unashamed and
they can face each others faults
and the waltz will have its ending
there is no harm in just
that are special and apart
the lovers, the of the heart... the lovers.